'A Chilly Evening In June

The tiny breeding frogs are singing in the roadside drain

And the magpie he pipes in the wind and the rain

And as shades of darkness roll across the sky

The foxes are barking on the hill nearby

In the chilly gloam of a gray Winter's day

The grey roos in the scrub they box as they play

And the calls of the birds known to some as weerloo

The big birds known to most as yellow tail

black cockatoo,

A chilly evening in June ten weeks from the

Spring

But the grey backed magpie is not shy to sing,

With it the gray fog carries a silent chill

As it slowly creeps across the old stony hill,

On a chilly evening not cold enough to snow

Harsh is the caw of the dark homing crow.



Francis Duggan'